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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.