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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.