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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.