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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.