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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.