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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.