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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.