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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.