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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Wings,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Television,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.