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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
UT,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.