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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.