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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.