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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.