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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
PIL,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Television,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.