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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.