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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.