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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.