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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.