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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.