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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.