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 Congo 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.