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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
UT,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.