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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.