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 Chad 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.