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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.