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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.