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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Organ,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.