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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.