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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.