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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.