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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.