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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.