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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.