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 Albania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
JFA,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.