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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.