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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Can,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.