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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Television,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.