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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.