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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Interpol,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.