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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.