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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.