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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.