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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.