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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.