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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.