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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.