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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.