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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.