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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
the Association,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.