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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.