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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.