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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Martian to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.