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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.