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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
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.