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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
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.