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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
10cc,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.