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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.