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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.