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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.