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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.