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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.