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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Brick,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.