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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.