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 China and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.