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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Names,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.