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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.