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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.