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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.