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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Index,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.