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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.