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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.