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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Q65,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.