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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Fear,
the Association,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
New Order,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.