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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.