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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.