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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.