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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.