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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.