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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Slave,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.