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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.