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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.