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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Pole,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.