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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.