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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.