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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.