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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.