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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.