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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.