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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.