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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.