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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.