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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.