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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.