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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.