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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.