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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.