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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.