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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.