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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.