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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.