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 India and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.