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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.