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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.