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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.