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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.