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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.