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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.