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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.