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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.