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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.