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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.