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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.