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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.