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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.