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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.