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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.