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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.