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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.