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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.