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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.