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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.