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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Smog,
PIL,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.