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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Names,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.