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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.