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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.