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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.