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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.