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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Can,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.