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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Index,
UT,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.