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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.