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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
AZ,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Hashim,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.