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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.