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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.