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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.