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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.