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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.