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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.