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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.