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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.