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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.