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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.