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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.