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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.