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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.