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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.