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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.