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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.