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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.