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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.