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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Move,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.