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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.