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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Trojans to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.