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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.