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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.