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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1979.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.