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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
DNA,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.