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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.