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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.