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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.