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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.