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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.