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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Qualms,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.