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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.