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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Move,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.