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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.