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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.