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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
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.