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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.