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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.