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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.