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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.