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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.