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 Australia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.