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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.