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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.