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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.