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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.