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 France and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.