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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.