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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.