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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.