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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Fear,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.