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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.