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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.