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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.