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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.