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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.