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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.