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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.