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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.