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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.