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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.