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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.