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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.