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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.