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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.