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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Names,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.