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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
New Order,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Television,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.