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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.