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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.