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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.