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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.