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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
New Order,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.