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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.