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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.