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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.