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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.