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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.