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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.