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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.