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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.