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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.