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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.