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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.