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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.