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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Index,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.