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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
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.