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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.