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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.