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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.