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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.