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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.