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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.