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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.