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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.