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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.