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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.