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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.