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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Smog,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.