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 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.