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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.