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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.