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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.