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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Television,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.