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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.