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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Fall,
Can,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.