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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.