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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.