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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.