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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.