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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.