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 India and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.