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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.