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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Zapp,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.