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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.