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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.