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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
UT,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.