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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.