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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.