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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.