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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.