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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Brick,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.