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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.