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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.