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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.