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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.