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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Scion,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.