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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.