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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Cymande,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.