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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.