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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.