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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.