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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.