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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.