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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.