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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.