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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.