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 Libya 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Index,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.