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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.