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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.