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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.