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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.