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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.