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 Senegal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.