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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.