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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.