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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.