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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.