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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.