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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.