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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.