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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.