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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.