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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.