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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.