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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.