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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.