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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.