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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.