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 Serbia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.