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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.