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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.