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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.