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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Section 25,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.