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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.