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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Echospace,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.