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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.