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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Chrome,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.