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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.