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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.