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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.