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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.