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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.