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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.