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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.