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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.