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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.