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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Organ,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.