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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Normal,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.