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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.