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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.