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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.