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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.