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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.