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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.