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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.