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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.