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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.