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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.