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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.