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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Babytalk,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.