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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.