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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Names,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Smog,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.