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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.