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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.