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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.