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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.