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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.