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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.