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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.