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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.