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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.