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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Scion,
Echospace,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.