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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.