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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.