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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.