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 Guatemala 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 Cairo and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.