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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.