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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
New Order,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.