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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.