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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.