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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.