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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Can,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.