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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Can,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.