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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.