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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.