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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.