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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.