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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.