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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.