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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Brick,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.