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 Nepal and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.