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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.