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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.