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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Move to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.