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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.