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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.