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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.