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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.