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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.