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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.