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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.