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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.