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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.