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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Aswad,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.