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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.