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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.