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 Albania 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.