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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Can,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.