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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.