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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.