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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Wake,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.