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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.