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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.