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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Television,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
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.