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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.