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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Pole,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.