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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.