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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Move,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.