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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.