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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.