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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.