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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Gong,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.