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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.