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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.