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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.