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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
the Swans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.