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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.