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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.