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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.