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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.