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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Fear,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.