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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.