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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.