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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.