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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.