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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Chrome,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.