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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.