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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Crime,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Monks,
cv313,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.