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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.