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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.