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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.