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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.