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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.