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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.