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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.