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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül 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 rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.