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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.