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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.