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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Qualms,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.