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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.