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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.