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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Nico,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.