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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.