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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.