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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.