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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Moleskins 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Television,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.