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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.