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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.