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 China 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
DNA,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.