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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.