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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.