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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.