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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.