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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.