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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.