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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.