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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.