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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.