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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.