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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Litter,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.