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 Lebanon 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.