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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
JFA,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.