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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.