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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.