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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
CMW,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.