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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.