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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.