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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.