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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.