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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.