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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.