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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ituana,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.