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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Hoover,
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.