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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.