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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.