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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.