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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.