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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.