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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.