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 Kosovo 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.