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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.