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 Laos 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.