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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.