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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.