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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.