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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.