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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.