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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.