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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 snare 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.