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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.