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 Guyana and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Nas to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.