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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.