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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Brick,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.