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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.