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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Television,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.