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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.