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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.