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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.