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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Visage,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.