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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.