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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
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.