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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.