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 Philippines 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.