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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.