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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.