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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 T. Rex 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.