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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.