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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.