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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.