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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.