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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.