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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.