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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
PIL,
Pylon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.