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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Motions,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.