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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.