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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.