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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.