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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.