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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.