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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.