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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.