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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.