Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.