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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.