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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.