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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.