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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.