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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.