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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.