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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Busters,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.