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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.