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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Crime,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.