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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.