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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.