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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.