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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.