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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.