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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
the Association,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.