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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.