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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.