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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.